Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 229 Marcus marvels, Duke Roel's heresy kills
The thing is disgusting, horrible, the thick liquid and the twisted body running on the roads of Bretonnia, Marcus wiped the thing on his cheek, disgusting, rotten, he smelled it before, it was the oily smell of nobles Swill, they always use a lot of fat to eat, and because they can't deal with the solidified oil in time, it smells of spice and disgusting decay, this juice is exactly the same as that thing.

"vomit!"

The guard took out a handkerchief, which was given to him by his fiancée, but he didn't hesitate to wipe it on the man he usually bickered with. "Maybe there is toxin, wipe your face dry."

Marcus didn't care, rubbed his face with a handkerchief, the embroidered handkerchief turned into a rag, and it was the one that wiped the most disgusting table...

The guard looked at the wet and greasy token of love, put it back into his tactical belt without hesitation, and then raised his gun. "In any case, I want to stop it from moving forward, the citizens are ahead..."

Vincent still insisted on his views. "Their deaths will bring even more terrifying nightmares. Are you sure? If the Holy Grail Knights come here, they can still capture these monsters. If they kill them, the demons will appear, and even the Holy Grail Knights will not be able to take them." Down."

The tram problem, or the train problem, is it to kill one person on the track or the whole car? The guards’ minds are stagnant and they can’t judge. If the citizens on the road here die, they can change the city’s stability and tranquility, which is indeed more...

His reason, his thoughts, were telling him not to shoot, but Marcus yelled. "If you don't protect the people in front of you, how can you deal with the demons behind you?"

Bang, the gunpowder shot fiercely, hot lead penetrated into the flesh, piercing through the spirit, head, and spine. Because the monster's body was distorted, its organs could not be distinguished, but if the opponent was still a creature, or a creature, then there must be a door to death, and this bullet, If God is blessed, the spine of that disgusting thing runs through, and the huge body is limp on the ground, trembling with hemiplegia.

Won, no demons, no death, just ghastly things maimed by bullets, oozing grotesque juices, they made it, gods bless.

But more than one, the horse speeded up, Marcus raised his weapon, endured those disgusting things, slashed the monster's outstretched arm, cut off the giant sword, severed the limb, stuck the vehicle tire bearing, and made Marcus Stress builds up!
"Damn it, how long until the flintlock is loaded?"

Marcus struggled to recruit, as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, but now there are seven!Even though his skills are very good, he can't help his body from tossing and turning, and the arm nails of this thing are like razors, and sparks hit the blade of the giant sword!
He was so powerful that after only a few rounds of smashing, he was numb and numb, but he couldn't howl, but his empty eyes looked at the living, as if he wanted to eat them alive, which made people frightened.

Even though he had seen countless monsters on the border of the empire, Marcus of the Beastman was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he cursed. "Go to NMD Bretonnia!" The giant sword waved, and cut off three or four arms, but was also hit on the chest with a wave of his hand, the armor was dented, and blood filled from his eyes, turning red.

"Fuck... Sigma... what is this thing!" His mouth was full of blood, and the ogres continued to approach, raising their arms, and the rest were going to eat Marcus alive for dinner.

He closed his eyes, he was destined to be like this now, he didn't die from robbers, wild beasts, and horrible things, but he was about to be killed by this group of inhuman, ghost-like things!

The smell of blood hit his face, rotten and greasy, but he had not seen the pain and unconsciousness of death for a long time, because a bayonet was inserted into the ogre's head. "Good job, soldier..." Marcus looked at the smear of blue, the white lining of the military uniform stained with blood and grease.

The guard looked firm, and the ogre fell to the ground in response. No, there was no demon. Vincent had already begun to doubt his own judgment. Maybe the thing in front of him was not shaped by demons. He was relieved. The arm was crushed and broken.

The horse picked up speed and slowly left the ogre's attack range. Marcus was out of breath, and he was saved again. Although he didn't admit it, he might feel that the guards here are really mature, brave, and powerful , like the Rick Custodian or the Sun Knights.

Or, the Provincial Regiment of Otisland...

"Soldier, you've helped me again, Gods bless, Tal, I have to admit, sometimes you're annoying, but you're nice."

The guard adjusted the ammunition, was ready to shoot and kill the enemy, and answered. "I'm only for Bretonnia, although I don't think you are a bad person."

"By all gods, Brother Empire."

"The Imperials are not bad. The Bretonnians misunderstood you, but I can't deny that this shot is very important. If it weren't for you, Marcus, we would have died long ago."

"So, I will open this gun for you, Imperial man, have you ever used a gun?"

Marcus laughed out loud. It was the first time he heard a Bretonnian say to the Imperials, "Have you ever used a gun?" It took three days for the other Imperials to know about it.

But Marcus just wiped his mouth. "Honor to you, Guard."

He holds the Seiko Imperial gun, just like when he was a soldier, the smell of black powder, the sound of lead bullets, the touch of the trigger, and the appearance of the firing chamber are all vivid in his memory, as if yesterday, nothing has changed, Marcus They are definitely sharpshooters, but they don't know one thing. The guards who kill the ogre can kill the demons that reside in it, because they are blessed by the Duke.

But Marcus, an outsider, can't, he can't, but the people here don't know anything, Vincent is right, those things are absolutely terrible, absolutely disgusting, absolutely filthy, but they are the bodies that seal the demons in the real world.

The friendship of the Bretonnians and the Imperials makes for a sad beginning, and what they avoid is being touched by what they unite, something that must never appear, must never poke its head out of the city.

This is the dark, scary, ridiculous, black humor of the Warhammer world. Good feelings cannot be turned into right things, but will bring death and tragedy.

No one can stay out of this matter, no one can, when demons appear, things that do not belong to this world will repel Middle-earth, produce violent eight-wind fluctuations, and burst the gap between the Chaos Demon Realm and reality, and the entire Bretonnia will Falling into danger again, the magic power that entered the leylines in Colony did not disappear, but accumulated, and needed to be consumed slowly over tens of millions of years.

If there is another large-scale chaos invasion in Bretonnia at this moment, and the collapse of the leylines, it will fall into a terrible situation like the two-pole portal. Chaos completely interferes here, and it is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion, turning the hinterland of order into scorched earth.

And all this process has come to an end at this moment, the gods of chaos are still laughing, and those who play witchcraft will send their homes into the cemetery, Maleborg, Kemmler, it's the same, their arrogance, unscrupulous In the end, it will turn into flames and swallow its soul.

The undead will not be spared, and the power of chaos cannot be avoided. If Roel's existence makes the guard avoid the previous two explosions, now is the third time, the red line, or the blue line?

Marcus shot, no doubt, the red one.

The projectile breaks through, pierces through the muzzle, and draws an arc in the air, then the only possibility is that Marcus is careless and misses it, but Marcus can't, he won't, he is one of the few in this world Some powerful mercenaries can even be regarded as the strongest mortals besides many legendary lords.

The plans of the gods had already been set up, and the fate was a coincidence. In the cheers, expectations, and the eyes of passers-by who stopped and ran for their lives, the projectile that suffocated Bretonnia sank into the monster's body.

Light, explosion, death, touches this fertile land, the gods witness death in the void, the terrible smile of the Lord of Changes, the beginning of the end is coming, nothing will change, even sooner arrival!
Only one person can change this situation. He worked hard, led the army, started from nothing, and became the supreme lord of Bretonnia. He is shrewd and wise, with far-sighted eyes, better than elves and lizardmen.

Now, the eye of the hurricane is calm and fleeting. The monster's empty eyes look at human beings with greed, joy, unwillingness, expectation, and complicated emotions. Marcus and it face each other. Realize that you are in the eye of the hurricane!

"No!"

boom!
Death, the body of the monster slowly fell, Marcus, Vincent, and the guard felt something was wrong for a moment, it was... a sharp bullet pierced through the bullet fired by Marcus, Roel rode his horse and shot, the scarlet red The Duke's military uniform, with a killing and reassuring temperament, the people bowed down, the monster died, and Roel walked to the carriage.

"Guard, my disciple, the second page of the legion rules..."

The guard dropped to one knee. "Never surrender weapons to others, whenever..."

But Roel didn't blame him. Instead, he looked at Marcus with interest. He remembered everything related to Warhammer clearly. The plague...

"I forgive you, my disciple, my soldier, enter the city now, Marcus, Vincent, you should know what happened just now..."

Marcus was surprised why the Duke knew his name, but still expressed his vague feelings. "The monsters are not irrational, they are chasing death."

Roel replied. "Black magic shaped them and imprisoned the demon's body. Their death would resonate with Bretonnia and the Chaos Demon Realm. Fierce magic would destroy the world."

"The earth is torn apart, the gods descend, and my soldiers can pierce demon souls, for they all have the boon I begged from the Lady of the Lake, but you can't, though you have the way of knights in your blood, but you can't, because you Not my people."

Marcus dropped to one knee. "Duke, please tell me what I should do next. I am confused and at a loss."

If he hadn't believed in the wisdom and strength of his comrade-in-arms, the Duke of Roel, he would be convinced now without complaint.

Roel said. "The Ratmen are not legends, Imperials, they will climb out of the ground, and your fate is entangled with them, inseparable, you will become a hero, but the overall situation is set, you just need to remember, your actions will not turn into Useless work, but it actually saved a lot of people."

Marcus didn't understand, he didn't understand, he swallowed, Roel just led him into the kingdom of heaven, Marcus saw that the soldiers in this place performed their duties, there was no suppressed shooting, the people in the city Live and work, honour, business, hustle and smiles.

There are no beastmen, no green skins, no damn ratman legends, people have enough to eat, there is no need for cold winter, and there are no heretics, just like a place mentioned in religion, the first time he saw it, and the first time he looked for it The man changed a gold coin and carefully compared it with the gold coin of Emperor Karl of the Empire.

"Really, all true?" Vincent suddenly leaned on his shoulder. "Nice, isn't it, bro."

The guard nodded in agreement. "You won't stay, I know you are not a person who seeks comfort, Brother Empire, but you have to admit that we are in the best place in the world at the moment."

Bards sang in the streets. "Lean on the street, the suburbs are quiet, you like it, you like it, there are no heretics, and the knights protect you!"

"How to accept the past unwarranted disasters, the greenskins and wild beasts trampled on Batoni, only the lord Roel, standing in the storm to save the people, he will not rest."

"But walking in the city, looking at the world today, looking at the present, my emotions can't be described, some emotions can't be put into words, we let go of unreasonable disasters, walk in the garden, the lady holds the man's hand, the forest is quiet, can you imagine Can you imagine? There are no walls in the streets, them, and we have nothing to worry about..."

The bard's chanting ends, tears appear in the eyes of passers-by, his voice is still choked, the beauty of this city is hard to reproduce, in the terrible Musilon, Bretonnia, this world, there is no evil invasion, no oppression of nobles, they I want to replicate this feeling, but I can't even describe it.

Maybe this is a good thing, he can create new vocabulary to express his sorrows and joys, this may be a good thing, history is turning a new page.

"Dear Duke Roel, dear Duke Roel, your honor and strength shines on us and will not change, my loyalty and expectation."

The minstrels chanted, and the basket was full of copper coins. Marcus looked at this place as if he was out of this world. If he was not from the Empire, if he was born in Bartoni, he must have drawn his sword for this countless times.

Marcus laughed. "I'm so lucky and unlucky to come here at such an age, but I also came here, the gods bless, Taal, Sigma, Urik, etc., I thank them."

"But the Duke told me that I need to chase things, and I won't give up. If the ratmen are my destiny, then let them come more!"

Marcus walks into the tavern and pulls out some bottles of wine.

"To the duke!"

The guards, Vincent, the residents shouted. "To the duke!"

(End of this chapter)